Today I'm meeting a gentleman
Who loves to eat me up
Soft parts and also hard ones
Are on the menu
The dull blade, good and right
I bleed a lot and I feel sick
Though I have to fight fainting
I keep eating amid convulsions
It's seasoned so well and flambéed so nicely
And so lovingly served on porcelain
Along with good wine and tender candlelight
I take my time, some culture must be
A scream will fly to heaven
Cuts its way through flocks of angels
From the roof of clouds feather-flesh falls
Onto my childhood with shrieks